they are children running for their lives
Terrorists mistaken for they use the young ones
as refined living shields
Hostage in an ancient rage between people torn by their ideals
Willing to die, willing to kill
Hopeless and blind in their world where innocence dies
they are children running for their lives
Terrorists mistaken for they use the young ones
as refined living shields
Isolated in an ancient war with people not so different from you
Willing to fight, willing to try to win an endless battle of pride while innocents die
And then we see them running
See the world is watching this
And we can only try to understand what causes it
And then we see the living
See them crying for their dead
Are we the ones to understand how crazy pain can get
Some people turn in circles
They can never break it through
Some people lost their lives before they died
and now they want it back!
Engulfed in an ever present pain, ancient in practice
they are children running for their lives
Terrorists mistaken for they use the young ones
as refined living shields